#Post 311 Charles Francis Coghlan

A blackness comes forth, thick clouds from the North

A serene cemetery atmosphere

Transforms into one of melancholy and drear

The wretched remaining seek shelter ahead

Huddled together, shedding tears for the dead

And 'midst the silence before that storm

The beginning of this peculiar tale is born

Ravished by infernal winds, hail and rain

A storm surge generated by a deadly hurricane

Caskets plucked like feathers and swept into the sea

Into a maritime eternity

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**SN~ Her Gothic Masquerade

Pose & Paddle & Figures

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Hint Giver:

Hunt Hint - Dont mess with Harley playtime masquerade!

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